Strictly for a few, this loosely knit group of plotless, narrative tales with the central theme the rot inherent in present day English middle class society. The Olympian humor of the author saves them from ever becoming the whining, snivelling account of present English hardships that the subject might prove if handled less adroitly. The author, long a pet intellectual lion, takes the rather unique view that collectivism is an ideological descendant of Christianity, and his stories are designed to prove his point. Among the chance acquaintances in the book are a threadbare Anglican clergyman whose parishioners don't care for his version of the New Jerusalem, a toy shop owner who is having a hard time making a living and says his customers blame socialism for everything including the weather, and a group of indolent carpenters and masons who are experimenting in idling on the government's time, so to speak. The author's extremely personal views, saturating every page, may prove issues of controversy among the intellectuals, but the bulk of book buyers are not likely to be interested.